Marbleyes

Mainstream tides collide with massive minds.
They call this the end with a soft beginning.
They say you should travel, and see what’s to be said.
Softer than a feather the streamline train
caries your thoughts far far away.
To a place I call home
and just for now, I’m all alone.
I call it the reckoning,
of all there is today.

Softer than a feather
my mellow heart beats.
The strum of an acoustic
aristocrats autistic.
A genius in disguise
questions just whats behind those
deep blue eyes.
Although I rarely understand,
I can tell you what they see.

in the dark black sea
where the imagination is scared to be
the mothers child awakes
and sings cryptophic keys.
bellowing from the depth
the beginning of an aftermath
vibrating psychopaths
are born to ground the seeds
of another apple tree.
our minds hard fought thoughts
are fighting toward the surface
searching for an escape
to begin their midnight tare.
we try to scour away
but it’s always in vain.
They are always our shadow
grasping our lungs for air.
and even though we sometimes fight,
Our breath always becomes theirs.

Amazing pictographs
of a world not so plain to see
is what lies behind these
deep blue seas.
Scary thoughts of disgusting imagery.
They are what we think
when the sound you make
doesn’t match the worlds beautiful landscape.